Spring Song

Now swallows build beneath the eves

And shape anew their rounded homes

Now meadows smile with tender leaves

And know that spring has come.

Now is the time for ships to go

And lightly o'er the billows leap

While winter winds no longer blow

or vex the ocean deep.

Come then ye shipmen hoist the sail

And from its nest the anchor haul

Coil the wet ropes and take the gale

Lo, I Priapus call.